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The Weight of a Gun anthology, which I have a story in, is out today. Ebook's $6.99 and the print copy is $13.99. It's a rather hot and steamy anthology, centered around gunkink with a wide variety of genres.

Here's a short excerpt from my story, The Machinist:

"I'm Avery, by the way," he said into the silence. He could hear the other man fumbling with something behind him. "Avery Belfour. From Burning Grounds. And you are?"

"Shut up."

"That's an odd name." Avery could feel his chances of survival decreasing every time he opened his mouth.

The gun withdrew. He had time to briefly fantasize that the stranger was going to let him go before the gun smacked him across the back of the head. He should have expected that. Avery fell forward and caught himself on his palms seconds before his face smacked into the dirty floor. Dust tickled his nose. He started to rise but the cock of a hammer stopped him.

"Stop talking." An explosion marked the stranger's words. Someone had brought out the big guns.

Avery's muscles protested the strange position. The sooner he could sit up, the better. He wasn't used to being bent over like this while still fully clothed. A familiar scent caught Avery's attention. Blood. He knew it wasn't his own, which meant that the smell was coming from his captor. That, or there was a corpse in the room, but Avery liked to think he would have noticed that when they'd walked in.

"You're injured." He could feel the stranger's ire growing as he spoke. "I can help." He'd gotten out of more than a few sticky situations by offering aid. He doubted it would be enough to get the man to let him go, but maybe it would put him on a bit better footing.

There's a review of the anthology up at Pants Off Reviews.

If you happen to pick up a copy, let me know what you think. ^_^ I've got the anthology on my Nook, waiting to be read as soon as I get done with Yuletide.